Is it possible to get a song stuck in your head that you're happy with? I'm starting to think that maybe it's the simple experience of having the song stuck there, lodged, crammed into the dark recesses of your brain, that makes the song undesirable, even if it's actually the best song ever.

And the one I have now? Clearly not the best song ever. It's Hinder's Lips of an Angel, which does have a certain power ballad wonderment to it, but any song lyricizing infidelity? Not my best thing.

It's really good to HEAR your VOICE, saying my NAME...

I'm going to go take a shower and either pound my head against the wall or just run water into one ear and out the other, in hopes of exorcising this particular demon.

I knit. It's an obsession, and I am besotted. But I know not everyone is besotted, and this is not the right place to showcase my projects and, well, natter. So I've gathered up my knitting stuff and put it in its place. It's at http://knittingnattering.blogspot.com, and I'd love the company.